Having made his way back into the inn and spending a few minutes in the warmth, Barden found himself retiring to his room for another brief respite. Not for rest, more so just recuperation. It was all too strange the ranger thought as he relieved himself of the jerkin he wore, leaving him now in the fine linen shirt of Elvish design, trousers and soft-leather boots. Running his hands along his brow he sighed softly, thinking about it now, perhaps he should have taken up the maids offer to run him a bath because looking at the thing, he didn't have the faintest idea how to run it. Dismissing the idea after a quick debate with his thoughts, he took up his sheathed sword and belted it to his waist, also picking up his unstrung bow in his right hand. During the commotion he'd lost the bowstring, probably to the forest and he knew that there was no way he would find it in there, let alone his own way back to this safe-haven. The ranger decided his best bet was to see if the inn (or anyone in it) had one for sale, another option was to barter with one of the many other bow-wielders he'd seen upon entering the inn. The ranger was not sure if any would have a string suitable for his bow, but, perhaps an Elf would know.

Exiting his room in no rush the first thing to greet him was the sound of conversation winding from down the hall. [/i]"How do you fare, Master Elf?"[/i] Barden leaned his back into the door frame of his room and smirked, "Perfect..." He whispered to himself. He had been looking for an Elf and here opportunity presented itself.

Closing his door, quietly behind him (so as not to disturb other patrons), Barden made his way down the corridor and presented himself.

"Ah, Innkeeper..." Barden spoke with a polite tone, "Lazarus, isn't it?" He asked with a nod of gratitude, "And she-elf." He added, turning to show notice of the other. "I noticed as I was going through my belongings that I misplaced the string for my bow." He mentioned, presenting the bow of Elvish design towards the two, because of it's design and of where it was from (Blackwood, an Elvish territory given it's name by the trees that grew there, from another land seperated by sea), he was expecting questions to be raised about how he obtained it. "Probably in the forest somewhere." Barden paused and turned his gaze to the she-elf, another wanderer he assumed with a similar experience. A small smile cracked along his lips, "And I doubt I'm going to find it there, let alone my way back to this place." Barden held the bow further towards the two, "Please, if you can be of any assistance, you'd have me in your debt, and my thanks."